Net King Returns to the First Generation

Mori Kosaburo is a very magical and mysterious person.

In his previous life, before he became the main candidate, Nioh had heard of this name—this senior’s notorious evasion and shamelessness became a joke passed down by the members.And when playing with the team, sitting in the auditorium, among the comments from other schools, the evaluation of this senior is always "terrible", "horrible", such evaluations.

By the time Nioh really entered the main election, Mori Kosaburo had already perfected the skill of quitting the company.

At that time, Nioh was still working hard to stabilize his main position, so he didn't pay much attention to the senior who hardly appeared on the tennis court to train with.The vague memory of him is probably the figure of the national competition in the second year of junior high school, when the younger brother Renzu from Sitianbao Temple was beaten to death.

After the national competition, Maori simply retired.

As an OB, he has no such thing as the pressure to go to school, but staying in the tennis club means that he is in danger of being caught escaping training at any time and being punished - being punished for additional training is not what he expected at all, and he quit the club It became a matter of course.

After that, King Ni completely forgot about the senior Maori.

Until the U17 youth training camp in the summer vacation of the third year of junior high school.

U17 has refreshed Nioh's understanding of this senior.

It's fine to control your muscles and joints as you like, so why dislocate yourself casually just to catch a ball?

Not to mention the spontaneous dislocation of joints in the whole body in order to win the game against other countries...

Is this really a human?

What's even more miraculous is that the injury was so severe that after a few days after the bone was pushed back, it was another army running around.

Where to put science and medicine?

Wouldn't things like habitual dislocations happen?

So that in the end, King Ni would not be surprised if something unscientific happened to this senior.

So Maori said "to be more serious today", Nioh didn't believe it at all.

To be honest, the current Yagyu has not yet reached the point where he wants Maori to be serious.

But being able to say that sentence at least shows the importance of oneself?

Niwang thought so, and then couldn't help laughing: narcissism has never been included in his adjectives, it's rare to have such a shameful thought.

In the time he recalled the past, the game had already started on the field.

Before Liu Sheng had time to react, he was completely taken away by Mao Li.

Maori's control over the body is manifested in many ways, not just controlling dislocations.

The strength of each ball, the strength of the spin, and the nuances are clearly visible.

The control of rhythm and the intention represented by each ball are also distinct.

Liu Sheng could clearly see all his movements and all his combat intentions, but it was useless.

It was like being sucked into a vortex, and the struggle vanished insignificantly into the opponent's huge strength.

Is this the strength of Zhengxuan?

Yagyu had no time to wipe off his sweat, but just clenched his racket and watched the tennis balls flying towards him: If senior Mori has such strength casually, then what kind of strength is Nioh who has always won him in the main selection competition? ?

After Yagyu joined the company, he had only experienced one main selection contest. That time, Nioh's opponent was Sanada, and he narrowly won after being dragged to the tiebreaker.The fact that he could beat Sanada already surprised him.Afterwards, the internal qualifying matches of the main selection are not allowed to be watched by non-selection candidates, so he doesn't know what Nioh looks like when he fights with others.

I just heard that in the two main selection competitions of the first grade, the scores of Nioh and Mori-senpai were considered easy.

This made Yagyu have a wrong assessment of Maori's strength before.

After all, Mao Li's habit of skipping training made it difficult for Liu Sheng to measure his basic strength. It wasn't until standing opposite him at this time that he felt that Mao Li was terrifying.

The progress of the game was no surprise at all.

Nioh had such a shred of anticipation before the game, but he didn't wait for Yagyu's explosion.

The rhythm of the whole game was in the hands of Maori, and he won the game along the way.

"Xiao Renwang, your partner is still me, are you happy?" After the etiquette was completed, Maori walked to the sidelines holding the racket.

"Senior, I wanted to say it before." Nioh showed an obvious helpless smile (the element of acting is very strong), "Does the winning or losing of the game have anything to do with who my partner is? Senior won so easily, it fully shows The ability of senior singles."

Molly's footsteps paused.

He looked back at Liu Sheng, who was pushing his glasses, and raised his eyebrows: "Wait, who started this topic in the first place?"

"Wentai." King Ren replied calmly.

"... Are you united?"

"Senior, you think too much." King Ren spread his hands, "If it was me, I wouldn't do such a non-technical thing."

"I always feel that something is wrong." Mao Li stood on the spot with his hips crossed and took two deep breaths, "Forget it, you little bastards."

He yawned, turned around and walked out of the court: "I'd better go and take a rest, the order of appearance, just let it be."

He blinked at Nioh: "You are so energetic now, I guess Liu is not your opponent, and Sanada has also defeated him, so you never thought that you would play singles?"

"Not sure." Nioh smiled, "But my ability in doubles is still better than singles, right senior?"

He winks at Maori.

Maori shivered, and thought of himself who had lost his temper due to Synchro and Phantom when the two faced each other in the previous team practice games.I always feel that Nioh uses this kind of fighting opportunity to hone his skills.

synchronous...

In the current middle school tennis world, there is no pair of doubles partners that can be practiced. It is no wonder that the unilaterally compulsive mutant developed by this kid can play doubles safely.

Hey, although he prefers doubles, there is nothing wrong with singles, as long as he can be ranked third in singles, then he doesn't necessarily need to play, and it is easier than doubles.

As expected, he was a good senior who doted on his juniors, Maori defined himself again, turned around and waved at Nioh, and walked slowly towards the "one, two, three, the most suitable places in the school for escaping training" he discovered.

At this moment, Yagyu was walking to the side of King Ni.

Ren Wang keenly sensed the subtle ailment in Liu's anger, tilted his head and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Liu Sheng shook his head.

Nioh clearly stretched out his hand and patted Yagyu's shoulder: "Have you been hit? You can't be so easily injured, Yagyu-kun."

His hand hooked forward along Liu Sheng's shoulder, and it hooked Liu Sheng's neck.With a similar height, this kind of movement is very smooth: "Okay, it's almost time for my game, cheer for me? Look, I'm here to cheer for you."

"Hehe." Liu Sheng pushed his glasses.

No matter how disgusted he was, Yagyu didn't express any dissatisfaction with Nioh's intimate move of hooking his neck.

He walked forward along Nioh's strength, walked past two tennis courts, and thought to himself, watching Nioh's game is indeed an important thing.

During the summer and spring breaks, what kind of strength was hidden by this person who trained with him?Nothing to tell from the heavy base training.

Nioh Masaharu.

The trickster on the pitch.

Yagyu thought, what kind of technology could make Nioh called a "fraudster"?

He was really, really curious.

The match between Nioh and Liu attracted a lot of attention—these two were first-year freshmen who made a big splash the previous year, but they each quietly hid behind the other two first-year ministers, and most of the matches were doubles , but never became an opponent in the team training match.

Yukimura finished the game early, observed the game situation in other venues, and then joined Sanada on the sidelines of this venue.

"Do you think Nioh will win?" Sanada asked him, turning his head to the side.

Yukimura couldn't help laughing: "If you ask this, it means that you think Nioh will win. I didn't expect Genichiro to have such confidence in Nioh."

"I..." Sanada choked up.Good tutoring made him unable to tell lies. After taking a few deep breaths, Sanada finally nodded his head.

If he had been asked half a year ago, who would win the match between Niwang and Liu, he would have said Liu.

It's not that Nioh really couldn't win, but that Nioh at that time had too obvious flaws in physical strength and strength.Techniques such as homophony and phantom are very effective for people like Maori who are weak in mental strength and purely rely on physical conditions to play, but it is not very effective for fine players like Yukimura and Yanagi who have always played with their brains and their mental strength is not weak. .

After the national competition, Nioh seemed to be doing as usual on the surface, but he increased so much training in places that others couldn't see.

If it wasn't for being discovered by them because of over-training, Sanada really wouldn't believe that Nioh, who is so careless on the surface, would have such a side.

How can there be people who are so contradictory?

While showing complete freedom and uninhibitedness, on the other hand, he set a frame for himself, and stayed within the frame safely within the limits.

While saying that everything he has shown is an illusion, when he meets his eyes, there is a sincere expression in his subconscious.

True or false, I really don't know the difference.

Sanada admits this, feeling increasingly awkward: No matter what, Nioh is not the type of person he admires.

But after thinking about it, that's Nioh Masaharu.

It can be accepted as a matter of course, Nioh Masaharu should be such a person.

This does not prevent Sanada from looking forward to Liu: Data tennis, according to common sense, can be regarded as Nioh's nemesis, right?

If Liu could really see Niwang clearly, then there would be no doubt about this match.

If Liu can see King Ren clearly...

Can Liu?

Yukimura thinks no to this question.Sanada, in fact, thinks so too.

So Nioh will win this game.

The only difference is, what kind of script is used to win this game.

"Everyone thinks I'm going to lose." Liu in the arena calmly said, "It's really unpleasant."

"Not necessarily, Liu you know my data best, don't you?" King Ren replied.

"In terms of physical data, it is true. But I can't be sure about the data on tennis." Liu said, sighing: "I hate people like you who can't collect data."

According to your logic, the data guy from Qingxue should be the most hated person, right?

Nioh spread his thoughts without bounds.He evoked his trademark fox smile, and switched the racket from his left hand to his right: "I just don't intend to lie to people today. Come on frankly, my phantom, Liu hasn't experienced it yet, right?"

Candid?

Don't you feel guilty when you say this?

Liu Momo opened his eyes a little: "Who do you plan to phantom into?" Switch to the right hand... If you pay attention to the details like this, then you won't be the Maori senior who has been hastily imitating with your left hand.

Nioh glanced at Yukimura who was standing on the sidelines.

He smoothed his hair with his left hand, putting the braids neatly behind his head.

And when he ran along the hair with his fingers, and finally held the racket with his right hand, in Liu's eyes, the person standing on the opposite side of the court was already another person.

The very familiar gentle smile, and the gentle voice with almost the same voice: "Lian Er, come on."